Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

I'd rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out of nothing.

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.

If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?

I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t... just with me.